Drew [The Texas Senator's Sons 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (2 page)

Drew threw his towel in the seat and started his truck. It was really too damn hot to be out working right now, and with his state of irritation it was even hotter. Besides, it was lunchtime, and he needed to cool off physically and mentally.

At the main house, which was his brother Damon’s house, Drew parked his truck. He and Damon had taken over the ranch a few years back and were currently buying their father out. It was a good deal, and Drew couldn’t think of a better partner to have than his brother. The guy had his back, and he was eternally grateful for that. Damon was the only person keeping him reasonably grounded, and he also gave him some sort of hope that life would, indeed, get better.

Some good did come from the whole mess, though. Damon ended up marrying Regan, and both were very happy. Drew was happy for his brother. Regan was a good woman. She was honest and hard- working, and they really deserved one another. Regan didn’t have to put her own ass on the line and get a job in the strip club. She only had the job for a week in order to help Damon find out about Shay. The fact that Regan cared enough to help made her an angel in Drew’s book.

Just because Drew was happy for them didn’t mean he didn’t get fed up with their cutesy talk, kissing, or Damon disappearing now and again only to turn up with a smile a country-mile wide a half an hour later. Hell, Drew wasn’t a dummy, and he supposed if he was as lucky and had a woman like Regan, he’d sneak off for a quick roll in the hay, too. But that wasn’t going to happen. Drew had made a pact with himself to steer clear of all women. They were just bad, evil creatures. Well, except for his mother and Regan, anyway. As for the rest, well, they were Shays, women who had ulterior motives, and it was in Drew’s best interest to stay away from all of them.

When Drew stepped in the back door, he was greeted by the smell of fried chicken, and his stomach growled. Regan was turning out to be one hell of a cook and wasn’t working all the time at her shop. Instead, she chose to hire more help so she could be at the ranch with Damon more. Really, it was great to have home-cooked meals, but on the other hand, the sweet cutesy talk was more than he could bear at times.

“Oh, Mr. Radcliff, you’re so naughty!” Drew overheard Regan giggle in the kitchen. Yep, that was the downside. It was a reminder of what Drew himself would never have and currently didn’t want.

“Shhh, Drew is here,” Damon said and peeked around the corner at Drew. “Hey, bro, I hope you’re hungry. My little lady has been busy today.”

Drew bet they’d both been busy, by listening to them make out all over one another. “It smells fantastic,” he said loudly so Regan could hear him.

Regan came out with a basket of fried chicken and potato salad. “Thanks, Drew!” She smiled sweetly and set the food down and headed back toward the kitchen.

Damon swatted Regan’s ass and followed her back to the kitchen to help. They returned quickly with hot rolls, green beans, and sweet tea. Drew rolled his eyes even though he was happy for Damon. He just got tired of seeing them kiss and watching Regan’s eyes light up with love for him.

“I hope you’re hungry, Drew,” Regan said and sat down. Her brown hair was pulled up. Her bright-green eyes were sincere and sweet.

“Yes, ma’am,” Drew drawled and reached for some chicken. The chicken was out of this world, and Drew was sure that Regan had conned this recipe from his Aunt Betty. He chewed slowly, enjoying the moist and succulent fried heaven. He would put up with the two lovers for food like this.

Regan and Damon both smiled at one another while they ate. Damon leaned over and kissed Regan softly on her cheek, and she giggled.

Ugh.
Drew tried to resume eating and ignore everything that he’d never have. His position was simple. He didn’t have enough brains to find a woman worth keeping because his dick always got him in trouble chasing the wrong ones. So he vowed to stay away from women. He hoped that his monk-like existence would clear his mind and punish his dick for bad behavior, and hey, it worked for Damon. But still, the thought at this point of getting involved with a woman, good or bad, didn’t really appeal to him. Drew looked at Damon and Regan and just shook his head. He couldn’t get that lucky finding a woman anyway.

Regan interrupted Drew’s thoughts. “Hey, Drew, the photographer I was telling you about will be here tomorrow. I was wondering if you’d mind showing her around and getting her set up in a room upstairs. Damon and I have a wedding to go to tomorrow afternoon.”

“Sure,” Drew said between bites. “What time will she be here?”

“She said around two. By the way her name is Liv Lancaster,” Regan answered and sipped her tea.

“Not a problem, Regan.” Drew took a drink and wiped his mouth with his napkin. If Regan needed him to do anything, he’d do it in a second.

* * * *

Late in the afternoon, Drew finished up his fencing project that he had started that morning. He hated to leave things undone and felt a little bit of pride as he looked at the long expanse of barbed wire glistening in the sun. Not to mention it was straight as an arrow. Being here working on the ranch had been very therapeutic for Drew, but he had his days, like today for instance. His anger was a little more in check now, and that had come from the hard work he had put in. Of course the fantastic lunch was an immense help also. Drew loaded his fencing supplies into the truck and surveyed his work one last time. The sun was a blaze of orange off in the horizon, and all that was left to do now was to head to his house. A shower and nice cold beer sounded great.

After his shower, Drew settled on the couch with a beer in his hand and turned on the television. This was standard protocol for him. He sipped his longneck and began flipping through channels. “News. More news. Old comedy. Seen it.” He grumbled, trying to find anything that would take his mind off this anniversary day that had his mind revisiting hell. “Forget that, not watching the
Golden Girls
or a Hallmark love story, either.”

Drew continued to flip through the stations while drinking his beer. “One down and more to go,” he mumbled and got off the couch to fetch another. Stumbling through the kitchen, Drew opened the refrigerator and felt his muscles ache. Maybe he had worked a little too hard today. He stretched then grabbed a beer and made his way back to the couch, picking up the remote as he sat back down.

“Not a damn thing on!” Drew leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling. Maybe he should get out for a while, he thought. He could go to the local dive and shoot some pool. Nah, he didn’t have the energy or desire to do that, and there would more than likely be women there, considering it was a Saturday night. Nope, he didn’t need that kind of distraction. Most likely he’d see a woman that his dick would go nuts over. Well, he could always watch a good skin flick, he thought. Those always seemed to keep his libido in check, especially when he felt his control wavering, like today.

The movie began to play as Drew tipped up his beer up, feeling his dick already stirring. It really bothered him that he was so weak sexually. That was indeed his major problem. He had no control, and rational thinking always took a backseat. He shifted uncomfortably and rubbed at the hard erection he had already obtained just seeing the exposed flesh of a woman. At least he was alone and didn’t have his heart on the line, and that made it worth it somehow.

This particular flick Drew enjoyed quite a bit because there was no kissing and no intimacy. It was just hardcore sex that escalated into rough sex that both the stars seemed to like. If he could find someone that just liked to have wild and rough sex with no intimacy and no feelings involved, he’d be on cloud nine. But since that wasn’t going to happen, he’d have to settle for this.

Although it seemed a little pathetic, Drew was taming the demon inside him or, rather, appeasing the demon. He unbuttoned his jeans and eased them down along with his boxers and began to lightly stroke his cock while watching the couple on the screen. He tipped up his beer again while watching. The woman in the scene began to give the man a blow job, and Drew gripped his cock tighter, watching her mouth stretch open to accommodate his girth. Her bright-red lips smoothed up and down his length while the man’s hands tangled in her hair. At first he was gentle then became a little rougher and thrust his cock deep into her mouth and groaned in satisfaction when she hungrily sucked, apparently loving being dominated and controlled. How Drew would love to have a great blow job right now. It would sure beat jacking off alone, but he’d do whatever was necessary at this point. He continued to drink and stroke himself.

The male porn star jerked the woman to her feet and pushed her over the edge of the bed. A hard slap to her ass had her whimpering and pushing her ass toward him, begging to feel his cock inside her. He quickly complied and shoved his dick in to the hilt with one hard thrust. The woman screamed out in pleasure, and her body pushed for more. Drew began stroking himself harder and a little faster. How he’d like to sink his dick into a woman.

“Yes, oh fuck me harder!” the woman squealed, and the man complied, almost ruthlessly thrusting in and out of her wet pussy. Drew stroked harder and felt his release hovering close. His cock throbbed and ached. Jacking himself didn’t seem to fulfill him, but it was enough. It would be enough, because he wasn’t about to get involved with anyone for a very long time. Drew could feel his balls tighten with each stroke. His eyes continued to watch. His right hand stroked, and his left hand turned up his beer, trying to quench his thirst.

The man on the screen flipped the woman to her back and teased her clit with his dick. She purred then squealed when his dick entered her again, her ass slapping against his thighs. The man began to rub her clit with his thumb while he plundered her pussy over and over again.
Yeah, just like that, fuck her, punish her.

“Ooh, baby, I love your huge cock. Please don’t stop!” the woman breathlessly moaned out. Her tongue licked her lips, and her hands pinched her nipples.

“You love it when I fuck you, don’t you?” the man said while sweat began to drip from his brow, his hips still thrusting in hard and long.

“Yess!” the woman squealed. Her body contracted as her release ripped through her, and her cry echoed from the television.

The man followed and thrust into her pussy hard. “Yes, hell yes!” he shouted, shooting his release deep inside her, pumping quick thrusts, and pulling every ounce of pleasure from her he could.

Drew stroked hard, and his release racked his body. His cum spurted out in a steady stream as his body quivered with shorter spurts, lessening until his cock only dribbled his cum out. His chest heaved in and out while aftershocks gripped him. His head fell back, and he closed his eyes, his breaths still coming hard. Drew kept his eyes squeezed tightly shut and shivered as he milked his cock with slow strokes. He rested like that for a few minutes and felt the world shift beneath him. The anger he had pent up all day seemed to fade away effortlessly. He needed this. He had to have sexual release, and since he had no plans of finding a woman, this would have to do.

After Drew cleaned up his mess he grabbed one more beer out of the refrigerator and stood nude, looking out at the starry sky from his back porch. The breeze was warm and inviting, so he continued to drink and enjoy his sated feeling.

Drew woke early and shuffled to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. His head seemed clearer, and his dick, well, it felt a thousand times better. He thought about today and how he would occupy his time while Regan and Damon were gone. There was plenty to do at the barn after he fed, so he decided on a plan for the day.

Pouring a cup of coffee, Drew tried to get his mind off Shay. She still wouldn’t go away. It wasn’t that he pined for her or still wanted her. It was the fact that she had fooled him so well and effortlessly. How could a woman have that much control over him? He did have to smile when he thought of her current location. Yeah, he was sure she wasn’t having a real good time in the Woodman State Jail, located in Gatesville. Yep, he hoped she would rot there.

Drew continued to sip his coffee and went out on the back porch and sat in his chair to watch the blaze of the rising sun. His thoughts had him beginning to chuckle. He could almost see Shay in an orange jumpsuit bitching about it. She really hated the color orange.

* * * *

After finishing up the feeding, Drew headed to the barn. The stalls for the few horses they owned needed to be mucked, and one stall needed to be repaired where Ginny had kicked a hole in it. She was a sweet horse, but hell on stalls.

When Drew walked into the barn, Chief, his Palomino, was out and looking at him with a blank expression. “I bet you think you’re pretty smart, don’t you?” Drew said while walking up to pat Chief on the neck. Chief threw his head up and down like he was agreeing, but actually he was just impatient for feed.

“All right, I’ll get your feed and maybe a different type of lock for your stall door while I’m at it.” Drew smiled and opened the door to the feed room. Chief whinnied behind him, following close. Drew came out with a bucket of oats, and Chief promptly went back into his stall to wait.

“Just what am I supposed to do with you?” Drew asked while rubbing Chief’s head while he ate.

* * * *

Liv stood in the doorway watching the hottest cowboy she had ever seen talking to a horse and scratching its head. It was cute. Normally she wasn’t attracted to cowboys but today, oh yeah, she was. The man radiated power with his strong, muscular arms, broad shoulders, and thick, muscled thighs. She licked her lips and thought about where she’d like to explore with her tongue. It felt like the temperature shot up twenty degrees in seconds while her eyes roamed. She loved his profile. He had a strong square jaw, deep-set eyes, dark hair peeking out from under his hat, and sun-kissed skin. After a few minutes of watching, Liv felt she needed to at least introduce herself, but she hated for her show to end. She watched him bend over to pick up a square bale of hay and begin tossing sections into each stall. She wanted to groan while watching him work in his tight denim jeans. Maybe he’d take off his shirt so she could see what she knew was underneath. Mmm, she purred softly to herself and felt her panties become wet thinking of what else might have lain under denim. If his body so far was any indication of size, she was sure that beneath his jeans he was thick and long. Yeah, and he’d sure as hell know how to use it, too. Her heart thumped and thumped. With trembling fingers, she wiped the small beads of sweat that had collected on her chest. Mercy, she thought and kept watching.